"Well, you, go to see your parents today. After the date of obtaining the certificate is decided, tell me in advance that I want to celebrate with you that you are divorced and become a married woman." Baili said.

"Good!" Duan Manyu replied. After a phone call with her good friend, she was a lot more down-to-earth.

It should be no problem for parents to meet tonight!

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Duan Manyu called Zhou Liye, "I'll see your parents. What can I buy?"

"Don't buy it." Zhou Liye said directly.

"How about that? It's a gift. Didn't you bring gifts when you met my parents?" she said.

He was silent for a while and said, "then buy durian."

"Ha?" she was stunned. "Durian?"

"Yes, my mother likes to eat durian," he said.

"What about... Your father?"

"My mother always thought she liked to eat, and my father should like to eat."

"...." I don't know why, Duan Manyu began to sympathize with his future father-in-law.

In the evening, when Duan Manyu saw his future mother-in-law in the box of a five-star hotel, he felt that Zhou Liye's appearance was more like his father-in-law, but in temperament, he was more inclined to his mother-in-law. His future mother-in-law also looked cold and unattainable, which made people feel that he was the future father-in-law. In contrast, there was a trace "Kind" feeling.

"Well... I heard you like durian, so I bought some." Duan Manyu took the initiative to hand over durian. Zhou's mother looked at it, nodded and said, "yes." but the expression on her face was still cold.

But father Zhou, whose expression became a little subtle, directly whispered to his son, "how did you say this to her?"

"This is a fact." Zhou Liye also whispered back.

"Go back and eat durian with your mother." father Zhou said. God knows how sad it is to eat durian for a person who can't afford durian all the time, but the problem is that when his wife eats durian, she doesn't like eating alone and wants someone to eat with her.

And this sad task often falls on him.

"Mom only likes your company." Zhou Liye said.

"..." Zhou's father choked speechless and could only turn his head and greet the banquet.

At the table, there were nothing more than the two sides asking each other about the situation, as well as the requirements of each other's families for marriage.

Zhou's father still put on a smiling face, but Zhou's mother didn't have too much expression.

Duan Manyu pulled Zhou Liye's sleeve uneasily and whispered, "your mother... Doesn't she like me?"

"No, if she didn't like you, she would have left now." Zhou Liye whispered back.

Er... Duan Manyu felt very complicated for a while.

Zhou Fu has no objection to their marriage. For him, as long as his son is willing to get married, it is a good thing. What he is most afraid of is that his son is hurt by love. If he doesn't get married all his life, he won't have to worry all his life.

Instead, Zhou's mother suddenly said, "there's no need to get the license in such a hurry. Just get the license before the wedding."

"No!" Zhou Liye objected directly.

"Why not?" Zhou's mother asked and answered. The mother and son were right.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, invisible, as if there was a sense of oppression.